The Lady, Danger
Sneaking down streets innumerable
with breath of Eden
and words
of poison.
All lonely in the wintertime.
She freezes with the bums
and lights a fire
in the chest
of every man she passes.
All whom she sees
she greets
with a whisper gone frail.
Each bed she visits
is a childhood
memory
and everyone who knows
Her
doesn't really seem to know.
The Lady, Danger
A crumpled dollar bill
is dinner time
at last.